First of all, I want to say, it wasn't my fault. Honest. The bowl was sitting in the middle of the kitchen table. Right in front of my nose.
Okay, so I had to stand up on my hind legs and stretch a little.
Jan was sitting in here typing at the computer and the bowl was in the kitchen, just sitting - right in front of my nose, like I already said. What was I to do? I just knew Jan left it there for me and I better eat it before Samaritan found it. And he wouldn't have to stretch to reach it. So I helped myself.
And then I heard Jan call me. I rushed into the living room to put on my leash so we dogs could walk Jan, but she was suspicious and checked the kitchen first. Uh-oh, when she called me, I left in a hurry and splattered some of Jan's double batch of cornbread batter all over the table and everything on it. I looked around but there were no other residents in the kitchen to blame.
Guilt was written all over my face. The speckles of batter on my nose gave me away. I couldn't deny I did it. But I really thought she left it there for me.
I want Jan to know I'm turning over a new leaf. So I had Percy take this photo.
See, Jan, this is my sorry face. I'm really sad and I promise not to do it again. Ever. Am I forgiven?
Percy, I can't see for the flash. Is Jan buying any of this?